for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

a throwback post…3 tanka at GUSTS Winter 2013

should I

consider my missteps

to understand…

how the Milky Way ended

with me in this pond?


like layers

of sunlight among weeds

our words

thrive on silence…until gushing

we burst into flowers


the twisted twig

of an old cedar leans


as if the wind senses

my every longing


GUSTS Fall/Winter 2013 (Tanka Canada)


September 30, 2014 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

dust once, a haibun


Oh, the map I use? It’s uncharted and unnamed. It’s wild woods and volcanic rocks. There are lakes and rice field puddles but also marsh and hot spring pools, smoky from the depths. Unless ‘I find a flower I can name’, it’s hard even for me to find my way back. Birds sing and talk but mostly unseen except the owl. Sometimes, he reveals their name. I’ve taken notes but forget about them the moment I walk away. My map always seems new, uncharted and unnamed. I know it’s not good but maybe the owl will help someday somehow.

dust once…

somehow a chicken knows

some stones


Lakeview International Journal of Literature and the Arts August 2013

(a kind of short autobiography)

September 25, 2014 Posted by | haibun | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Meanwhile, I’m writing non-haikai* poetry–here’s my 14th

No. 14 (non-haikai) curlicues


who would imagine

a laced peace banquet of soldier ants

bowling over a strange lobster


as war winds whoosh in

tumbling half filled cups


meanwhile, hidden in bushes

a truce between magpies stalls

over recyclable ladles


beyond the gates

arthritic oak limbs crackle


as a diagnosis befalls

dusky walls about an orphan’s

spelling of melan chocolic


somewhere, a homecoming sergeant

with wounds missing skin eats a map


as devastation news

swarm on beaches where algae

turns toxic red dye


a moss hill rises on a hero’s nose

and on the street renamed Desire…erasures


in a battle manifesto


*nod to Johannes S.H. Berg, editor of bones, a journal for new haiku, who coined non-haikai rising as they do from a swarm of haiku. Tell me, what you think, will you please?

September 19, 2014 Posted by | haiku | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Updates: a few of my awarded haiku and recent select publication

recent awards


first tea with her—

cherry blossoms cloud

the skylight

Sakura Award 2014 VCBF Haiku Invitational


our breaths

suspended between skies—

monarch butterfly


honourable mention

2013 Diogen Autumn Contest



first dawn alone–

the widow eats his half

of the orange


First Place, free format category

Shiku kukai Sept 2013



recent select publications



dawn again–

parts of us unscathed

from war mongering


A Hundred Gourds September 2014


with a shredder

he talks of restoring

a broken vow


The Haiku Foundation Per Diem August 2014




in a burst of twilight

Luna moth


cattails May 2014



Haiyan debris…

a search team spots

an orchid


limp wind…

holding on to the sound

of our vows


#3:2 March 2014 A Hundred Gourds


moon’s rim…

fractions of what we yield

to each other


haiku news feb 17 2014 vol 3 no. 3


September 19, 2014 Posted by | awards, haiku, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment